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Sunday Morning Coming Down
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad - so I had one more, for dessert
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
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